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What follows? Master Stokton hath said it: pillage and rape for the city, gibbet and cord for mayor and aldermen. Do I say this, loving the House of Lancaster? No; as Heaven shall judge me, I think that the policy King Edward hath chosen, and which costs him his crown to-day, ought to make the House of York dear to burgess and trader.
Master Stokton, despite the tremor of his nerves, was a man of such wealth and substance, that Alwyn might well take the request, thus familiarly made, as a compliment not to be received discourteously; moreover, he had his own reasons for hanging back from a procession which his rank in the city did not require him to join.
Aha! a lad like you may come to great things!" "I am much bounden to you, Master Stokton," returned Alwyn, somewhat abstractedly; "but what's your will?" "My will! hum, I say, Nicholas, what's your advice? Quite right not to go to blows. Odds costards! that mayor is a very tiger! But don't you think it would be wiser not to join this procession?
That Age may have gold, let not Youth despise iron." "Body o' me!" cried Master Heyford, "but thou hadst better curb in thy tongue. Though I have my jest, as a rich man and a corpulent, a lad who has his way to make good should be silent and But he's gone." "Where hooked you up that young jack fish?" said Master Stokton, the thin mercer, who had reminded the goldsmith of the fate of the grocer.
At length the Burgundian, darting forward, launched a mighty stroke at the Lord Scales, which, though rapidly parried, broke down the guard, and descended with such weight on the shoulder that but for the thrice-proven steel of Milan, the benevolent expectation of Master Stokton had been happily fulfilled.
The crowd now evinced a more earnest and respectful attention than they had hitherto shown, for the pole-axe, in such stalwart hands, was no child's toy. "Hum," quoth Master Stokton, "there may be some merriment now, not like those silly poles! Your axe lops off a limb mighty cleanly." The knights themselves seemed aware of the greater gravity of the present encounter.
Strange though it may seem, this homely selfishness went at once through the assembly like a flash of conviction. Master Stokton started as if the shot had gone near to himself, and dropped at once into his seat, ejaculating, "The Lord have mercy upon us!" There was a pause of a moment, and then several of the corporation rose simultaneously.
Strange though it may seem, this homely selfishness went at once through the assembly like a flash of conviction. Master Stokton started as if the shot had gone near to himself, and dropped at once into his seat, ejaculating, "The Lord have mercy upon us!" There was a pause of a moment, and then several of the corporation rose simultaneously.
"Verily," murmured the disconsolate Stokton, "run with the hare, quotha! that is, go with King Edward; but hunt with the hounds, that is, go with King Henry. Odds costards; it's not so easily done by a plain man not bred in the North. I'd best go home, and do nothing!"
Aha! a lad like you may come to great things!" "I am much bounden to you, Master Stokton," returned Alwyn, somewhat abstractedly; "but what's your will?" "My will! hum, I say, Nicholas, what's your advice? Quite right not to go to blows. Odds costards! that mayor is a very tiger! But don't you think it would be wiser not to join this procession?
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